Premeditation

This is how I always get into to shit, doing things that I really don’t want to do.

His girlfriend looked so much like my ex I often called her Gail.

The flesh doesn’t just give immediately, I mean, it’s a protective barrier.
I sat close to the window on the train, staring out at all the people ignoring all of the other people walking alongside them.

Who knows what you might do if you are starving to death.

She rolled her eyes when I messed her name up. Traceeee!!! Dumb asssss!!! she would sing when I got it wrong.

You have to push down, with force and it’s crazy because no one ever tells you that the skin makes a slight noise when it tears.

I should start calling her Tracee DumbAss. Maybe I will remember her name that way.

From the train window, the one girl with the pony tail on her mobile phone in the jean shorts was pretty cute from behind.

Then I always say, Oh shit, did I call you Gail again? I’m so sorry it’s just that you look so much like her.

They go into shock. Even if it’s not like, a stab to the heart or anything, they can’t believe it happened.

I figured that I’d check my e-mail on my laptop since it would be an hour before I got to Hine’s house.

I think the last time that I ate was like, yesterday afternoon. I was exhausted from hunger.

I wonder what that pain is like. I’ve never been stabbed. But I do wonder.